Day Twelve
Some days you lose all faith in humanity. Some days you just want to stay in bed. Some days you want the whole world to crumble around you, because what's the point of it all? Some days you feel so alone that you wonder if there is another human soul in the universe. Today was not one of those days.
Today was a day of hope. I was in the hospital, on clinic duty. I wasn't happy to be there. I just wanted to go home and then to see Patricia. It was just about time for me to leave when this old man walks in with a hacking cough. I thought, "oh, great, now I'll be sick tomorrow unless I get really lucky". He said he wouldn't stay long, he said he wasn't sick, although he sounded horrible, all clogged up.
Turns out this was the same man who had tripped me and saved my life the other day. He actually apologized for not stopping to make sure I was alright. We had quite a nice conversation and I must say that it renewed the faith in humanity that I have been questioning so frequently since I came here.
There was something about him that seemed like I had known him forever. He was just so easy to talk to. I ended up telling him more about me than I normally would and he just sat there and listened. He was better than therapy, that's for sure! Anyway, the point of all this wasn't to make you gag with the cheesiness of it all, or to encourage the many jabs about me being gay that I'm sure will follow, it was to tell the world, or at least the little piece of it I touch, that there is still good in this world. You just need to look hard to find it sometimes.
Comments:
Who was he? –Lestrade
No idea, he was pretty skillful at giving non-answers. – JW
Didn't anyone ever tell you not to talk to strangers? – Molly H
Your optimism inspires.
Why did I read that as being sarcastic? – JW
You're learning.
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